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Le Poète Mourant
06:49
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Mascarade
04:48
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Vestiges of the jungle are, Tucked neatly in my shirt
The public is relived to see my, Wide smile and soft shoe dance
No traces of contempt, No hard feelings left over
From our troubled past, Ain’t we happy
I make monkeyshine, Laughing when nothing’s funny
Smiling despite the pain, All seems forgotten
They tolerate who they expect me to be, My participation is incidental
This masquerade is no cakewalk, I wear the mask, I wear the mask
My congeniality belies the truth, My mask is a square dance
I love to boogalou, I will not, be the invisible man forever
The Cracking whip still haunts me, Slavery tried to break me
But the music makes me free, I feel it in my body,
I got to move my feet; This fiddle’s going to save me (X3)
I can no longer tolerate the lie, This charade has savaged my soul
I must terminate my minstrel, Remove the mask and free myself
Un-tuck my shirt, pluck the blues, And let my authenticity Boogaloo
All over your expectations, This Masquerade is over
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Lisette
05:44
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Cold Facts
02:54
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The Red river flowed past a scarlet fire beneath a magenta sky.
In Colfax LA, This courthouse sits on sacred ground
Baptized by the crimson blood of freedom seekers
Consecrated by the bones of 150 children of god
My disbelieving eyes located the placard, it said
Their death represented the end of Carpetbagger misrule
And the Ancestors fill pity for small men
Who can’t give up their colossal fantasies of Supremacy
The horns blare and the birds sing Morning g lory
The tears of the shadows marks the affront
The grass don’t grow and fire don’t burn no more
But dreams still breathe, the ancestors will be honored
On Easter Sunday 1873, 3 died fighting for White Supremacy
150 died fighting to live
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The Promise of Dawn
06:12
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6. |
Bamboula Dreams Part 1
02:01
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We come to praise in Congo Square
A trilogy of drums, dancers and rhythms
Reminding curious eyes of our Kongolese past
Remembering the beautiful souls of the ancestors
Spectators form circles with our family from
Other worlds, the secular and the sacred
They surround
Sun shined gris gris dancers
Black bodies kissed with the mark of Africa
Pounding drums call out to ancient spirits
Africans Dance the Bamboula and the Calinda
Shadows of the unseen sway to the beat
Libations are poured for the great ones
The Bamboula Rhythm has traveled the World
with the children of West Africa
You will find it wherever you find them
It is the vitality of unconquered spirits
Open your ears and hear the bamboula in Congo square
Hear the rhythms everywhere From west Africa to the Caribbean
Black crows spread their beautiful wings
Paying homage to the children of Shango
You cannot beat the black off of us
And you can’t beat Africa out of us
We ain’t giving it up
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Bamboula Dreams Part 2
01:53
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8. |
Lez African E La
06:12
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Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan ye vini.
Dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
Dimanch apré-midi, mo gardé, Afrikan ye dansé.
Dimanch apré-midi mo kouté, Tambour joué la bas.
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan ye vini.
Dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi, mo gardé, Afrikan ye dansé.
Dimanch apré-midi mo kouté, Tambour joué la bas.
Mo pansé éspri e levé la, Ti monman ~ de liberté
Por pov ~ moun African Mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
Mo pansé éspri et levé la. Ti monman ~ de liberté
Por pov ~ moun ki e Afrikan Mo gardé Afrikan e la.
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan ye vini.
Dimanch apré-midi mo gardé Afrikan e la.
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi, mo gardé, Afrikan ye dansé.
Dimanch apré-midi mo kouté, Tambour joué la bas.
De moun Guinea e kampé la, Ye chanté por ~ Legba la.
Bèl espri lez Afrikan Mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
De moun Guinea a kampé la, Ye chanté por ~ Legba la.
Bèl espri lez Afrikan Mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
Tuba ~ ye dansé la
Mandinka ~ ye dansé la
Guinea ~ ye dansé la
Congo ~ ye dansé la
Yoruba ~ ye dansé la Fon ~ ye dansé la
Fulani ~ ye dansé la
Bamboula ~ ye dansé la
*** Instrumental ***
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi mo gardé, Afrikan ye vini.
Dimanch apré-midi mo gardé Afrikan e la.
Mé tou le dimanch apré-midi, mo gardé, Afrikan ye dansé.
Dimanch apré-midi mo kouté, Tambour joué la bas.
De moun Guinea e kampé la, Ye chanté por ~ Legba la.
Bèl espri lez Afrikan Mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
De moun Guinea a kampé la, Ye chanté por ~ Legba la.
Bèl espri lez Afrikan Mo gardé, Afrikan e la.
Tuba ~ ye dansé la
Mandinka ~ ye dansé la
Guinea ~ ye dansé la
Congo ~ ye dansé la
Yoruba ~ ye dansé la
Fon ~ ye dansé la
Fulani ~ ye dansé la
Bamboula ~ ye dansé la
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10. |
The Passage
01:20
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Yohan Giaume Paris, France
French composer-arranger, trumpeter, ethnomusicologist, Yohan Giaume is building an oeuvre that combines his passion for world music traditions, large-scale collaborative efforts, explorations of new genres and creatively enriching partnerships with other musicians. ... more
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